I finally remembered.
There I was, lying in bed listening to the expected hailstorm we were having here in DC.
A hailstorm; that reminded of something, some story I wanted to talk about. But I just couldn’t quite recall what it was, or where I’d seen it. So I just lay there, tossing and turning, listening to the drumbeat of the hail on the windows. Until…
It was the story of this man:
This man’s name is Grimes. I’m sure you’ve never heard of him.
Yet Grimes is symbol, an encapsulation of perfect Golden Age -style storytelling, both good and bad. His is a triumphant of concept so pure, so absolute, that in the coming week it will cleanse your mind and soul. His story will help you realize that (1) whatever you read this week wasn’t nearly as stupid as it could have been and (2) no, you would not want to be a comic book character in a comic book world.
Yet Grimes is symbol, an encapsulation of perfect Golden Age -style storytelling, both good and bad. His is a triumphant of concept so pure, so absolute, that in the coming week it will cleanse your mind and soul. His story will help you realize that (1) whatever you read this week wasn’t nearly as stupid as it could have been and (2) no, you would not want to be a comic book character in a comic book world.
Next week, ladies and gentleman, is Rocky Grimes Week. Yes, I have finally remembered; and I intend to make sure that none of us ever forget.